Open are the clouds of grey, as sunlight, breaks, in blue, windswept waves, In different directions, and a westerly cold dry breeze, the trees provide sanctuary, yet denial, and despair, those things that you toss, are not always there, (Dammit, I rhymed)...
Merry Christmas Charlie Brown!
It all started about 1979 with all of us learning how to play our various instruments. My brother on guitar, Kirby on drums, and me on bass and vocals.That lasted long enough for my brother to find a girl and a job, then we were through. Kirby and I were pool skaters...
Yusef looks back.
Where were we? Oh, the seeds arrived and were planted, 4 in rock wool and one in Miracle Gro Indoor soil, as I thought, the soil planted seeds came up first, 2 days earlier than Rock wool, but the RW had good root structure immediately, so they took to...
A travelogue from Yusef!
So I decided to grow some plants again.
Dawn approaches, trickles of pink, mix with grey dawn, In the east, Ice fog obscures, hoarfrost coated trees, shimmering in silver, sunrise clear and cold, a crisp blue sky, shattered by wind, and patterned in cloud, to turn away, from pervasive fiends, you cannot win...
Life amidst Desolation.
Yusef invites us along on his trip to Manistee.
I had planned on playing a course in Benzonia MI, so off we went.
This is my local brewery.
Of course one of the first things I did when I moved to the Western Michigan shore, was run the Udisc app and look for courses.
I decided to stop a while.
Our journey was not easy…
Truth be told, most are liars
We make our way home
Golden light at daybreak…
Sunlight gives way to wind, And Darkness stars, Ladders to somewhere, Unknown, The drift removes clarity, And furthers doubt of oneself, Confidence and cheer are the bread and butter, Of civilised Men, never forget the evil dwellers, In caves of power, Ever looking...
As we walk in, I notice a wall of guitars.
Let’s go golfing with Yusef!
Fluid as glass, brightly flows…
Dawn Breaks
Living on the Colorado River is very nice
Blue and Green, Riverine dreams, And thoughts I cannot forget, the drugs I do don’t help, Realities escape is fine, But the end can't be pleasant, Sand shifts underfoot and the current is strong, Things flow away, Like petals in a stream, What is left behind, And...